Josh shot up out of bed. It was as if he'd been at the bottom of the ocean the last few minutes with Dave. He was so warm and it was beautiful. What the fuck happened? He wondered. His heartbeat was about to bust out of him.
He thought of Lauren. Was she still in his closet? Had she been there all this time. What if she was....
He didn't want to think it. He pulled on his jeans. He'd just check on her across the hall. Naturally, he couldn't get there fast enough. Barefooted and still raw with Dave's sex.
"Where the fuck are you off too?" Dave woke slightly.
"Just a minute. I need to check on something." Josh felt so dizzy and disconcerted. What a fuck he was. Tried and true. Leaving his main squeeze in the closet. How could he?
It was a sigh of relief nothing smelled dead in his place. Lauren wasn't there. He plooped down on his couch. He remembered being with Sasha. How he'd given in so easily. He was sure of it now. Lauren hated him quite splendid now. But he buzzed her on his mobile just the same. Hoping he'd get her. But he didn't. Just the voice messaging.
"Look, Luv, I'm so sorry. I can't tell you how bad I feel about this. But you are really dear to me." He lied through his teeth. "Please, don't hate me. Please, babe, don't." Naturally, he was snipped off by the first Please.
Oh, well. He went back to Dave's warm bed. They snuggled. He felt his errection wanting to errupt with Dave so close. Naturally, Dave caught it between his fingers, just making him throb all the while. Finally, Dave turned to Josh so could have a go at him. It was all well. All so well now. No one had really gotten hurt, now had they?